#dark basil

[aslongasonecanthink]

AU | dark Basil and Ratigan | Recruitment

Basil stood outside a pub of sorts, a cigarette between his lips. The Rat Trap, the name was. He had started frequenting it, much to the wary stares of the criminals that also frequented it. But he didn't care much about them, he wasn't there for anything more than a drink. He had no reason to put them behind bars unless they did something clever enough to get his attention; why waste potential? He was currently longing for the quality of his pipe instead, but these were a fine replacement. More than anything he was longing for... well, something stronger. But, everything had it's time. It was raining, as usual, and he crossed his arms against the chill, leaning back against the outside wall as he scanned the dock.

[aslongasonecanthink]

[aslongasonecanthink]

AU | dark Basil | Backpfeifengesicht

Baker Street. Basil looked down at the paper in his hand, advertising a small apartment for rent, which was just what he needed. Staying in a small lab room on the floor the past few weeks had gotten rather old… for the owner, at least. That was too bad, it had been convenient. Still, he couldn’t help but think how nice having a small space of his own would be. He rather liked being in well-to-do places, if he was to be honest with himself, and was especially eager to get away from nagging people.

He rubbed a hand through his wind-swept hair and picked up a box before he stepped inside to the landing, where he was met by the landlady and exchanged a few words before he nodded with finality. He went back out to where his motorcycle (yes, motorcycle) was parked, leaving to return soon after with another box, both of which were brought upstairs and dropped unceremoniously on the floor. The space was small and square and furnished sparsely, but cozily. The corner of his lips turned up slightly as he fell into an armchair in front of the fireplace. Yes, this would do very well indeed.